Envy them not
Though their laughter makes you sad:
In live derision, they mock your Life—
A dead, grim grin shall taunt that still.
Your morbid tears are seen by Life
and for the joys that you knew not
your jeers shall be to laugh at death
when other’s smiles rot.
Life does chastise—to make wise—whom He loves
and makes them chaste in carnal joys awhile.
But Death, once enamored, lies
about a bed of roses, flowers ...
wreaths.
Time flies---and cries of pain are uttered now when they conceive—
bringing forth their fruit to Him who rejects them (O double rejection!)—
that they have been deceived.
Virgin fools. Cuckolded. Unwise.
Eternally marred by pretty guise.
Let them laugh.
They may mourn when we are glad.
Categories:
tares, life,
Form: Free verse
Von der lye-ing says there is a beast.'
Snarly and growly, its out in the east.'
quyeer and macron; rutter complain
All un-masked' their con-vid lies well slain!
Even bread is bugged, this report is the least!
Categories:
tares, appreciation, education,
Form: Limerick
One whose skin’s hue has stolen from yonder store.
Her dark skin makes her a whore, to eyes that see with intense hate I cannot ignore.
If only I had not ventured to that store, for I too am seen the stealing whore.
Even though I have not stolen, in blind eyes they even the score.
By taunting me with suspicious stares, and once again I’ve stepped in the snares,
Of vile racism’s blinding hate; ignorant shameless animal features; Oh God take pity on such creatures.
When will it change; when will enlightenment come; awaken weak souls from a mass of black rain.
Forever falling down on us all; tainting everything but solving nothing; strutting around like their fake superiority is something.
But never will it be but the poison it is; denying others their right to live.
Who has the audacity to make it so; ignorance making strangers their foe.
Oh to be rid of such vile stares , hateful lies and preconceived notions on loveless tares.
Categories:
tares, anti bullying, black african
Form: Rhyme
on the field of tares
beasts nest, while the wind ripples
over their gold skin
Categories:
tares, animals, family, nature, time,
Form: Haiku